When the Saintess Arrives, No King Exist-Chapter 808 - 759: Extremely Secret

When Horn entered the study, he happened to see Dunak observing the fountain pen under the light.

"This is called the Dick Golden Pen," Horn introduced, "It's a feather pen made of steel, but currently it's not very usable. It either leaks ink or runs out of ink, and often tears the paper."

Sliding his rough fingers over the pen tip surface, the old dwarf scraped it against his skin, "Is Dick the inventor's name?"

"Yes, he's a dwarf too, Harbin's cousin."

"How much can he earn from this patent?"

"The production rights for Langsande County are priced at 400 gold pounds," Horn poured a cup of red tea for the old dwarf, "Currently about two workshops are in trial production, a Dick Golden Pen costs around 2 gold pounds, but not many people buy it."

Dunak suddenly licked the pen tip with his tongue, and moments later he abruptly asked, "Is it pressed with heavy steel, then cut open with a scorching beam, and later quenched with potion to eliminate internal force?"

Horn glanced towards the door at the secret monk, whose look of shock said it all.

"Humph, trivial skills," Dunak jumped onto the office sofa in Horn's study, curiously touching the furniture he had never seen before, "Weld two hard copper beads on the pen tip, it won't tear paper or leak ink."

"Make a note, let Dick and the others try it."

Having been in this world for so long, Horn had a slight understanding of the classification system in metallurgy here.

Including dwarves, always dividing metals into gold, silver, copper, and iron, all other metals are derivatives of these four.

For example, Mithril, quicksilver, refined gold, refined iron (steel), mountain copper, etc., whichever the metal resembles, that's what kind of gold or silver it is.

Most metallurgical methods are wet processes, using various potions to extract and substitute metals.

Some metallurgical processes are quite slow, like steel has to be infiltrated bit by bit with carburizing potion and plant ash.

The time and manpower consumed are more than double that of the blast furnace, the efficiency is too poor.

When the room was empty, Dunak suddenly pulled out a lamp from his pocket.

"What's this?"

"The Silence Lamp," Dunak reached out and dragged the dwarf table towards himself, "The range of light, within it, our voices won't get out."

Horn looked at the object in surprise, the dwarf had quite a few good treasures in his hand.

"Before we begin our conversation," Dunak's voice was deep with a touch of mystery, "Have you seen the dragon beneath the Celestial Maiden City?"

"You know there's a dragon under the Celestial Maiden City?" The old dwarf's first sentence startled Horn.

A Dragon Worship Sect dwarf elder, actually knows there is truly a dragon in this world?

"Of course I know, besides me, the other four elders of the Dragon Worship Sect know too," Dunak rolled his eyes, "We worship the ancient giant dragon, not that lingering little lizard."

Horn was even more surprised, "Lady Cynthia isn't a dragon?"

"She is a dragon, too," the old dwarf shook his head, his beard swaying, "But she only has the body of a giant dragon, have you seen feral people raised by monkeys? Cynthia is of that type."

So Cynthia is a giant dragon missing knowledge heritage, but didn't she say she knows dragon language magic?

It seemed the old dwarf guessed Horn's thoughts directly, "Giant dragons have bloodline inheritance but need adult giant dragons to explain, so we, the Dragon Worship Sect dwarves, are the rightful inheritors of giant dragons."

Dragon Worship Sect...inheritance...dragon language magic...

Horn felt like he understood something, he took a sip of coffee to calm down, then asked, "You Dragon Worship Sect dwarves have always used dragon language magic for forging?"

"Smart enough, but dragon language magic is a dumb name, the correct translation should be 'Etherical Deduction Based on Dragon Language Information Network.'

So your key metallurgical technologies all rely on dragon language?"

"Partly, another part inherited from the dwarf gods.

It's just that we don't have the natural furnace of the volcano, so we had to use dragon language forging.

Humans spent a lifetime thinking, racking their brains but couldn't figure out how to make metals, it's actually magical artifacts, ironic isn't it?"

Horn opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

Dunak took a sip of red tea, looking down at the brown tea soup, "Now you know why we don't want to disclose the crafts?

If it's really disclosed, dwarves would become witches like the rats in the street."

The room fell silent, only the ticking of the clock remained.

Horn thought deeply for three full minutes as he sipped his coffee before speaking, "But dwarves don't know spells, not even alchemy?"

"That's true, our dwarf ether techniques and so-called dragon language magic don't communicate," Dunak chuckled, "But we have our own methods.

Do you know why the Dragon Sleep Mountain Range is called the Dragon Sleep Mountain Range? Do you know why we call these minerals fragmented dragon bones?"

Horn was stunned by the question he asked, "You wouldn't be saying fragmented dragon bones are real dragon bones?"

"To be precise, the Dragon Sleep Mountain Range is the burial ground of ancient giant dragons, fragmented dragon bones are minerals derived from giant dragon corpses, our dragon language magic medium."

These dwarves actually rely on giant dragon remains for alchemy!

No wonder they treat fragmented dragon bones as holy artifacts, no wonder they worship giant dragons, now it all makes sense.

Just like monks have to worship Miseria to use divine arts, dwarves must worship giant dragons to use special forging techniques.

But this way, exposing this secret would be quite a heavy burden for dwarves.

"Now you understand our difficulties, right?" Dunak said lightly, "I can work for you, but the core metallurgical technology, I can't disclose, nor can it be patented."

"Understood," Horn nodded, "Your metallurgy is already precious knowledge for us."

But, since dwarves and Cynthia both use dragon language magic, might they know anything related to star-forged gears?

"Have you heard of star-forged gears? The kind of metal that can connect to celestial body movement?"

"Never heard of it, can I see it?"

Horn lifted the study's floor and pointed to a face-basin-sized star-forged gear, "Here you go."

This gear was for water supply, yet to be operational.

The old dwarf immediately approached, touching and licking, dirtied it till Horn backed two steps away.

"This is newly seen metal, where did you get it?" Dunak raised his right hand, "I swear not to spread."

Horn originally didn't want to tell him, but this old dwarf might hold relevant clues, so he decided to tell him.

Although Horn concealed several key pieces of information, including the wolf woman and Ethereal Tower, and he exaggerated adding much false content.

"So that's how it is," Dunak caressed the gear, "This is a new material; our grasp on dragon language forging doesn't include it."

Horn's expression darkened, "So Cynthia deceived us?"

"Not necessarily, nobody knows how much Cynthia learned from the heritage.

Based on what you said, since the witch created this gear, maybe it did use dragon language magic.

Although alchemy developed from dragon language, it underwent a lot of modifications, the path has diverged greatly.

"Alright," Horn opened his mouth to speak more, but suddenly heard a frantic knock on the door.

"Sorry," he excused and stood up to open the door, "I said unless ten thousand urgency, don't..."

Before the words finished, the secret monk leaned in close to Horn's ear swiftly whispered.

Instantly, Horn's expression changed dramatically.

"What do you mean? What happened to the Shattered Stone Plain?!"